The Millinere hath his will.
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“Trade brisk appeared, good profits we cleared,
Merrily went the shop,
For feather trimmings were all the go
With dames who dressed tip-top.
“Bonnets and hats with tiny plumes,
From songsters pluckt were dight——”
The new M.P. slipped out a D.,
Big Ben boomed through the night.